Our torches melt,the tunnels dark We feel the rotten smell of death All cobweb-wrapped,the hisses. Hark! The pyramid takes our breath
Go! Stay ever me And do not be afraid And put your doubts aside Beyond the Djoser's door Go! Stay ever me And do not be afraid In Imhotep's swearword Beyond the Djoser's door!
At every turn the traps and spells That is the work of the great priest What is the urn? What are the cells? This is the mystery Of the deceased
Go! Stay ever me And do not be afraid And put your doubts aside Beyond the Djoser's door Go! Stay ever me And do not be afraid In Imhotep's swearword Beyond the Djoser's door!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
